Into the West

Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.

Back in 2003, I remember sitting in the cinema, darkness all around, with tears tearing down my face, as the last seconds of The Return Of The King faded away. As the camera tore away from Samwise Gamgee and the Shire, it dawned upon me that it was over. It was over.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West.